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August 16, 2017 (30 weeks) "How are you holding up?" Louis asks as I pull up my shirt for him. There is a certain awkwardness lurking around with Harry and Zayn in the same room. Both stand in a uniformed pose with their arms tightly folded against their chests. My mother sits in the corner madly texting my brothers who were running errands for her. The only problem with my brothers doing favors for anyone is they constantly call and text with questions. Instead of using their best judgment on what milk percentage to buy they call and bother my mom with questions. "Honestly I am ready to tear this baby out of me. My back feels like it is slowly going to break and I can't take in a deep breath if my life depended on it. But other than that it's peachy!" I give a thumbs up and a sarcastic
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